No, You do not know her.
You only know her name.
You don't see the ugly scars,
She's hidden them in shame.
Who are you to judge?
Why is she to blame?
You can't start making rules,
Untill you know the game.
She cries herself to sleep at night,
& When alone she prays;
"Someone save me from this pain,
Please, make it go away."
"Attention seeker, Stupid w.h.o.r.e"
Those were names you gave.
Who are you to say such things,
When all she needs is praise?
And so she grabs her only friend,
Her handy little knife.
She slides it in her pocket,
And in her room she hides.
Pressure builds,
Her heartbeat speeds,
As tears fall from her eyes.
She grabs a pen and paper,
And writes out her goodbyes.
She pulls out her blade,
And lays it to her wrist.
Wispers to herself;
"This is finally it."
& So she cut deeper,
So much deeper than before.
The blood flows from her wrists,
And onto tear stained floors.
Her pulse is getting slower,
She slumps down to the ground.
Just like that she passed away,
Without the slightest sound.
No, you DIDN'T know her.
You only knew her name.
And now she lays inside her grave,
And only you're to blame.
~Written a while ago. I no longer feel this way. Just thought I'd share~
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